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I stood behind you in a whirlwind of beautiful lies Far away a fading laughter dies and someone tries To tell you things are alright, that this night will end in lightSo why are you sleeping when there's nothing to flee from? We drift like summer sounds upon the air in dreams of timeBehind your closed eyes other eyes will close and bells will chimeThrough eighty years of light you daydreamed through the nightSo why are you sleeping when there's nothing to flee from? It's something very clouded that arrives when the dreams should comeThe second hand you bought might well be what dead people woreBut still they might have been a part of happiness beforeYou shouldn't worry about a thing anymoreThough it's something very clouded From Letras Mania